Prologue
Life. Nothing about it is constant. No sooner than you go up something or someone slams you back down into the earth. I have never been certain of our purpose on this world. I gave up on that a long time ago. People would always say, "do good and good will come your way" or "be your best self and other people will show you theirs". After eighteen short years on this earth I finally have the proper response to the people who tell me this. Bull-shit.